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(Nessa) --

This was not good. Nessa watched as the little wench rode away from the stables. She was responding to an urgent message from kin. Nessa understood that the sub needed to go, but she wondered how her friend, Alison was feeling. Twilight was a fixture in the gentle warrior's life and now she was gone... for how long? The Celt recalled how Alison responded to her pain in previous times. She had a tendency to hide and not ask for help.

Nessa decided she would go to her friend. Refusing help would not be an option. She wore her determination hard and close as she walked steadily through the Lodge. She took the stairs to the second level three at a time, her long red-blonde hair streaming behind her as she moved.

Just as the big Celt rounded the corner she saw Tris leaving Alison's room. The lass walked slowly down the corridor away from the approaching lord. "Hold up lass" Nessa blurted. "I'll be having a word with you young Tris." She watched as Tris turned fully around to face her. Great Brigit, how preciously sweet this little face is. Nessa's heart thumped within her. She knew she must focus.

"Yes my lord." Wide hazel eyes met steel gray. Tris never knew what to expect with Nessa these days. She braced herself.

Nessa noticed the lass stiffen. "I'll not be bothering you but for a moment milis (my sweet). It is only an inquiry of the Lady Alison I am about. "She saw Tris's pretty face take on concern.

"She cries milord." Tris began to wring her hands. "I would not tell you because the Lady would not have it, but I am worried Nessa. She drinks from a wineskin that was full this morning and is ready for refilling." Tris swallowed. "She grieves because Twilight is gone."

Nessa reached for Tris with both hands. She felt her former lover stiffen with the move. Still, she pulled the lass to her. Close now, Nessa whispered. “I will go to her lass. I will do what I can.” Nessa could see tears forming. “Tris, between us and the Kindred here, we will see to it that our Alison gets through this. Now go on about your day and let me be alone with her. She will need your tending later.” The Celt brushed her lips against Tris’ cheek and stood back.

Tris was relieved. “Should I bring supper up Nessa?” Nessa’s smile melted a chunk of the wall inside the girl. She relaxed.

“Yes lass, supper will be needed when the time comes.” The warrior winked over a twinkling gray eye. She loved to see how Tris could brighten with hope. Nessa watched as Tris moved back and walked away.

Nessa turned to Alison’s door. She didn’t bother to knock. Ally wouldn’t answer anyway. The Celt remembered the stubbornness of her friend when it came to any form of courtesy at these times. She pushed the door open and walked in.

Alison was leaning against the hearth. Her head shot up at the intrusion, “Wha… Nessa do you ever knock? Damn manner less Celt!”

Nessa did not break her stride. She headed for the gorgeous woman as if she was on a mission… and she was.

Alison saw the look and bristled. “Wait Nessa… hold on… wait!” All pretense of bravado crumbled when those big hands grabbed her arms. “Nessa… I am alright… please, you don’t have to do this.” The lord wasn’t hearing her. Suddenly she felt herself pulled up hard. Her own eyes were inches from Nessa’s. She was breathless at the Celt’s rough treatment. Alison opened her mouth to speak but all sound was muffled with a hot kiss. She was held tightly. She remembered that a struggle would not stop the Crazy Celt. She didn’t try.

Heat was coming from the lord in waves as they kissed. Alison nearly swooned. She was swept up into cradling arms. She rested her head against a broad shoulder as Nessa carried her to the bed. She didn’t want to fight this. Her own warrior spirit was flagging with the loss of her sweet little lover. She would be taken by her tall friend… consumed by the passion she craved. She could sense the wildness in Nessa. It thrilled her to just not know where she would be taken by it… to be caught up in it.

Nessa put the beautiful woman on her feet next to the bed. In one swift, hard move that silk robe was across the room. Alison stood naked and trembling before her. She struggled to remember her purpose. Her voice was husky with the lust she felt. “Alison, you’ll not be getting a chance to leave us in fear and worry again. I am going to remind you of my love and I am going to represent all the Kindred when I do it. You can get through this but you’ll not be doing it alone.”

Slowly, Nessa pulled the belt from her britches while Alison watched. She saw the tears roll down that pretty face. “I’m going to burn that beautiful ass Alison. Now ye know it has to be this way.” She sat on the bed and pulled Alison’s shaking body over her lap. One strong arm held the exquisite woman in place. She heard a sob escape her friend. “Oh now Alison, ye cry too soon. You haven’t felt the sting yet!” With that the lord began the whipping. It was not short but oh, it was sweet. Nessa soaked in every shaking, screaming struggle as she brought her belt down. Alison’s delicious ass welted and reddened to scarlet. Still the lord whipped her.

Alison could feel the transfer of pain from her deep heart to the surface of her skin as she struggled against it. Her cries and screams were the release she had not yet given to herself. Nessa was helping her purge in the way of the Celt. Finally it ended. She felt Nessa’s hands, shaky but gentle now pressing her to her knees on the floor. She heard the command, “Stay on your knees lass” and she held. The burning on her ass made her want to jump up and run in place but she held. She saw Nessa stand.

“Open my britches lass… do it now!” Nessa wanted Alison’s mouth on her sex. Nessa’s own need took over halfway through that whipping. Alison’s adorable way of shaking and struggling was too much for her. She was glad her friend was compliant. She didn’t want to hurt her any more. Once her britches were removed, Nessa sat back on the bed in front of the kneeling Alison and opened her legs wide. “Now lass… do what I need ye to do!”

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(Ally) --

Alison did not want to be bothered by anyone, at the moment, She was doubting everything and everyone. Fair maiden's leaving had torn a hole in the Gentle Warrior's soul and She just wanted to get drunk and forget the whole bloody mess. She had sent Tris away, even Her tiny one could not get thru the pain She was feeling. She heard someone enter the room, turned and saw Nessa coming towards Her. The Dark Butch did not give Alison time to protest. When Nessa kissed her, Alison thought her knees would give out from the intensity of it.

There had always been something about Nessa that captivated Alison, that touched the wench in Alison and the look in Nessa's eyes ignited a fire in Alison. Even now, with her heart broken Nessa got to her. When Nessa picked her up and carried her to the bed, Alison did not protest, she couldn't.

She had been spanked by her tall friend before but it had been nothing like this. Each strike from Nessa's belt caused her to cry out and struggle across Nessa's lap. With each taste of the leather upon her ass, Alison let go of some of the pain inside her.

When her cries had turned to deep sobs, Nessa stopped and placed her on her knees. There was a look in Nessa's eyes that Alison hadn't seen, though she imagined many a wench had seen it...it went right thru Alison.

"Open my britches lass. do it now!"

Those words, coming from Nessa, made Alison forget all about the burning of her ass. Alison reached up with trembling hands and undid the Dark Butch's britches, and slid them down and off.

Once her britches were removed, Nessa sat back on the bed in front of the kneeling Alison and opened her legs wide. "Now lass. do what I need ye to do!"

It was very evident to Alison what effect the spanking had had on Nessa, She was very wet. Alison buried her face between Nessa's long legs and plunged her tongue inside, tasting the nectar of the Gods, two moans sounded in the room as Alison began hungrily devouring the Celt.

Over and over, Alison alternated between plunging her tongue inside Nessa to swirling it around Her clit. She flicked it rapidly back and forth, side to side against the swollen bud, occasionally letting her teeth graze the sides of it lightly. Every moan of pleasure from Nessa fueled Alison's desire for the Dark Butch. Alison very slowly sucked Nessa's clit into her mouth as she began humming low and deep against the Celt's core.

Alison's hands slid up Nessa's strong legs, slipped under ass and pulled Her even tighter against the Gentle Warrior's mouth. Alison felt Nessa's hands wrap in her hair as she began sucking Nessa's clit in and out, at first gently but soon greedily, voraciously as Nessa's moans became louder and louder.

"Suck hard now lass!!"

Alison wasted no time and sucked Nessa's clit in deep and hard, feeling her friend explode. Nessa's hands held Alison tight against Her as wave after wave of release slammed thru Her, Her groans of release erupting from deep within.

When Nessa finally let go of Alison's dark hair, Alison slid up Nessa's body and kissed Her deeply, sharing Her taste. She felt Nessa's arms wrap around her and felt safe. She laid her head on Nessa's shoulder, her lips close to the Celt's ear. Softly Alison whispered, "Don't ya think it's time you fucked me, MiLord?"

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(Nessa) --

Softly Alison whispered, "Don't ya think it's time you fucked me, MiLord?"

Nessa raised both brows at the question. The Celt had a low tolerance for ambiguity in any of her relationships. She certainly counted on her friend Alison to be honest about her feelings. Her surprise was that Alison had the desire for her particular kind of sexual attentions. She spoke in a raspy whisper, “you know me lass. You know what I will be doing to you if I fuck ye.” She saw a flash of fear in the deep brown eyes. She waited.

Alison lowered her eyes. She knew alright. Tris expounded lovingly and often about that phallus and Nessa’s taste for driving it into her ass. The thought of the powerful warrior ramming her from behind, pressing her down, possessing her… sent her heart to racing. The heat shot straight to her sex. She shook with her answer. “Yes milord.”

Nessa sat up, pulling Alison to her knees before her on the big bed. She curled her large hands around her friend’s muscled upper arms. She felt that familiar stir within. It threatened to put her in a haze. The thought of fucking her longtime friend was often with her and now the possibility made her ears ring. She wanted to be sure. “Alison, I get a bit… wild. I don’t stop when ye scream lass. It just drives me on. Do ye understand?”

The smaller woman swallowed hard. She could never do with Twilight what she now wanted the Celtic lord to do with her. She missed the security of submissiveness. She just wanted to let go. She wanted to forget everything but the sense of belonging that Nessa could give her. She looked into Gray warrior eyes and said, “I trust you Nessa. I know you love me. I give myself to you Milord.”

It was enough. Lord Nessa spoke softly. ”Get my pouch lass. It is with my britches there on the floor.”

Alison moved like a cat over Nessa’s long legs and down to the floor. She picked up the pouch, feeling the contents as her fingers curled around it. She was aware of how her movements effected Nessa as she watched her. She stood naked, beautiful and seductive at the bedside. Pulling the leather pouch open at the top the Lady reached in. The tall warrior got to her knees. “place it and fasten it to me.” Nessa’s breathing was shallow. She saw Alison standing mesmerized with her eyes staring at the leather mass. “Now lass!” She demanded.

Alison jerked and moved quickly. It was done. The lewd look of the thing held her. She felt Nessa’s big hands on her now. The lord pulled her down onto the bed. She lay face up. The full weight of the tall warrior pressed down on her. Nessa was kissing her. Long soft and hot kisses all along her neck and down to her breasts. She felt tiny little bites and licks at her nipples. Little kisses, hot kisses. Alison felt a surge of electricity shudder through her. Every part of her was alive. She felt the delicious pain in her nipples now as Nessa rolled them and pinched them with strong fingers. Those fingers shot down to her opening. She felt them pressing, spreading, rubbing between her swollen lips.

Suddenly Nessa rolled off to the side of Alison. She reached around the beautiful woman and flipped her over to lay on her tummy. She leaped up behind spreading the pretty legs open with her knees. She held Alison wide like that, looking down at the sight. Red, swollen ass cheeks beckoned for more attention. Nessa reached for them and squeezed. Alison tried to move away at the painful contact but the lord was faster. She grabbed at the small woman’s waist and pulled her up to her knees. The Celt growled “You’ll not be going anywhere lass. Ye had your chance. Now I’ll be giving you what you asked for.”

She had dreamed of this. But the Celt was too wild. She did not know how to savor it. She pushed the phallus deep into Alison’s wet opening. She shoved and watched the Lady struggle with the thrusting. She listened to those hot moans as long as she could. Nessa pulled out fast.

Alison cried out in disappointment. She was at her peak, moaning, writhing with the pleasure when Nessa pulled out of her. “Damn you Nessa!” she cried. Then she felt it. The phallic mass pressed hard against her virgin asshole. She began to struggle. She tried to pull away but Nessa was strong. She was held in place like a child. The pain was nearly unbearable as the phallus worked up into her tight hole. She screamed.

Nessa overpowered Alison. Pinning her to the bed, she forced Alison’s head to the side and rested a hot mouth at her sweet ear. Rocking back and forth inside of Alison, she whispered above the crying. “You said you would give yourself to me lass… remember?”

Alison relaxed a little. Fire spread throughout her body--- searing, raging. Every part of her ignited in scalding pain with the relentless fucking. Yet, something was beginning to change. Along with the pain, an intense feeling of bliss, of gratification, of surrender emerged. Alison’s mind was letting go of the pain. She was beginning to embrace a oneness with the Celt. The pain of losing Twilight eased as if she were giving that up too. She was. She calmed and felt strong long fingers pressing against her clit. She climaxed with a crashing explosion of every feeling she ever had at the center of it.

Nessa was still moaning and purring like some feral cat as she thrust into Alison’s behind. Harder and harder she pushed. Grasping her friend to her she jerked her head back and let out a guttural scream.

Nessa held Alison through the night. The weight on her friend’s shoulders was lifted and she knew it. The Celt slipped out of bed at dawn. Alison had a glow of peace coming from her. Nessa left the room feeling satisfied that their friendship had only deepened.

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The End - 'Helping Hand' - by Lord Nessa & Ally

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